Prince's Servant (ON HOLD)

Training

Laughter filled the hall. The bright fire was warm against the cold of the outside blizzard.
"Mommy tell the joke again!" My five year old self yelled excitedly.

"Fine," my mother replied her face full of held back laughter. "What..." Suddenly a knock rang throughout the hall. My mother got up to answer it when it suddenly burst open. The blizzard outside blew snow in, so much you could barely see the shadowed figure in the door. My vision blurred as an intense red light filled it, and my skin blistered in the heat.

"Momma!" I cried "Where are you?" My tears barely made out of my eyes before they were evaporated. The smoke fogged my vision along with the light. Breathing had become difficult. The flames leapt at my clothes when suddenly I was being carried out of the blazing hall.

My vision went blank, and stayed that way for a while. The black that surrounded me was comforting. Eventually pinpricks of light broke through the black space around me. I slowly opened my eyes. The sitting room was empty and my slow but loud awakening was the only sound you could hear. I looked out the window mesmerized by the beauty of the rising sun. The orange rays filtered through the window warming me, and also the male figure standing behind me.

"Good morning Rowe," his voice was sweet and caring, with a hint of regales that only comes form those raised in the palace.

"Good morning to you your highness," I replied  giving a small nod, but still with my back turned facing the window. 

"Rowe my father's servant Sanjah is here to train you. You will be spending the morning with him, and then the afternoon with a tutor of math and writing at the castle, but for now you will spend the whole day with him."

"Ok," I replied. For just a second I thought I heard the roars of the blazing fire, but it was just my imagination playing tricks on me. I heard footsteps, and assumed that it was the prince leaving, but it was only his father's servant entering the room.

"Hello Rowe," he says. I finally turn around to see a short man with short black hair. He is dressed in a cream colored shirt with a brown vest covering it. His pants are a light brown to match the shade of his vest. He wears the kings emblem, two swords crossed behind a gold dragon holding the royal crown. I look plain compared to both the men in my black pants, and my white blouse.

"Goodbye Rowe, Sanjah take care of this maiden please. I bid you all a farewell." With those few words the prince left, and with him the tense atmosphere.

"We will start our training now," Sanjah said.

My sweaty palms dropped the wooden sword again. The fallen sword kicked up a small cloud of dust. Sanjah pointed his wooden sword at my throat after knocking me to the ground.

"You lose, Rowe you are to slow, and leave a very big opening on the right side when you attack."

"Sanjah it's late, and I'm tired and hungry can we take a break."
The sun was slowly setting casting a shadow across the meadow we were using as training grounds.

"Fine, but be here at dawn we resume training then."

"But. . ."

"No buts, have a good evening." He turned to leave then suddenly remembered something. "Oh and the prince requested to see you."

"Thanks," I said puzzled as he turned around and continued his walk toward the inn. I stood there for a few moments then rushed off to the castle to get ready for my meeting with my employer, the prince.